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making that last turn, that tightens the bolt.

Editor’s pick 2015: Jacobu

Whats the point of being chief blogger if you cant be using your veto power and picking best articles? Lol

I really loved this one.


For as long as i can remember, I avoid going for Yoruba service in church. Growing up, i didn’t have much of a choice till i was older, as the family used to go to church together. For me, it was simple, the Yoruba service was always longer than the English service. While English service starts at 8:00am, Yoruba service starts at 10:00am. Naturally, there’s a little pressure to end 8:00am service, but none for 10:00am service.

Another reason was, English was just easier, easier to speak, read, sing and write.  I mean, in primary school, speaking ‘vernacular’ was an offence unless it was during the language period, so it was English all the way.

At home, Yoruba language ruled. In fact, the only times i spoke English to my folks growing up was when i was very upset. I attributed it to being able to think and speak faster in English. Home devotion was either English or Yoruba depending on who was leading. Of course, we, the kids, always opted for English. Dad on the other hand, you have different fingers always went the Yoruba way. I daresay, most of the prayers i can pray in Yoruba today are the ones I’ve heard him pray over the years growing up.

In secondary school, i enjoyed Yoruba as a subject. I mean, i probably never got above a c grade, but i was able to read, write and speak it. If you ask me, i will say i am fluent in Yoruba. I may not be able to match my friend, kk spicy baby, but i can hold my own.

Well that was what i thought, till the last Yoruba service i attended.

The preacher said “eko kika wa la o ri ninu iwe Jacobu, ori…” (read: our bible reading can be found in the book of Jacobu)

I stopped short.


That can’t be right? I mean, i was like


But there is no book of Jacob, is there?

I looked at the Mrs, she was just as lost. I scanned through the Old Testament, looking closely at the minor prophets, thinking perhaps there was one I’d missed during the years of Bible study. I pulled out my tab, I have a Yoruba bible app, searched Old testament again. Still no Jacobu.

By now, he had started reading. I just chilled and listened to what was being read. I was like this is not Old Testament na, this is James!

James is Jacobu in Yoruba! I was slightly amused and embarrassed, because at this point, i remembered i’d been in this Jacobu scenario before.

I have once again committed to attending Yoruba service more.

What really made this experience important for me to pen down, is the fact that many of us are already speaking less of Yoruba (read: mother tongue) and probably not even writing it anymore. Language is a key part of our heritage, a very important one at that. Beyond the beauty of the language(s), are the depths of messages one can convey with them.

There’s so much of our culture and heritage we have lost to being westernized, I won’t even begin to list, but let’s cherish and hold dear what is ours.

this was supposed to be a rant…

…but i chilled out.

“samson’s life was cut short, his eyes were plucked out. may such not happen to you in Jesus name” prayed the minister.

and the church chorused a loud “amen”!

i . was. upset.


i guess this was just a cumulation of all the negativity i’ve heard all week. from church. social media. human beings. human beings.

i don’t understand our fascination with negativity. we happily express it to ourselves, our friends, loved one, people we don’t know, and the list is endless. given a chance, and a platform (social media being the reigning one), human beings will just spread negativity like planta on bread. interestingly, people get drawn into it easily that it’s become a norm.


i don’t understand why we will rather see everything from the negative point of view. remember the half full, half empty cup of water saga? it was used to teach us the fact that the same situation can be expressed from a positive point of view and from a negative point of view. there’s already enough depressing things in the world, and you don’t need to search hard to find any. why chose the sad one? Continue reading this was supposed to be a rant…

International Day of the Bible 2015

Growing up, Sunday School was lots of fun. One part that I always looked forward was the memory verse part of each Sunday. One of the many scriptures that really stuck is

Children, obey your parents because you belong to the Lord, for this is the right thing to do. “Honor your father and mother.” This is the first commandment with a promise: If you honor your father and mother, “things will go well for you, and you will have a long life on the earth.” Eph 6:1-3, NLT

It was simple enough for me. An instruction and a promise (read: gift). And I wanted the gift.

Many years after, it is still one of my favourite scriptures. What about you?

Well, today, Monday, November 23, is the International Day of the Bible.

Join us, and many others at 12 noon, as we read, listen to, and sing the Word of God.

Also share your favourite Bible passages on social media using the hashtag #BibleCelebration


“For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD as the waters cover the sea.” – Habakkuk 2:14

Leave a comment to tell us your favourite Bible passage and why you love it so much.

Conquering The Wench

I’m not weird, just inspired. I’m not stubborn, just strong willed. If I can’t beat ’em, I’m kickin’ dir butts, ain’t any way I’m joinin’ ’em cos I’m unique – Tope Phillips

My lil sister, Tope blogs at Turning Wheels

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I don’t like fizzy water. I never have. I thought I never would.

It’s like drinking tasteless soda, which to me is pointless. Very pointless. The only reason I would subject my teeth and my body to soda’s assault is to enjoy that short-lived pleasure of sweetness on my taste buds. I don’t even like carbonated drinks to start with, so why on earth would I drink fizzy water!

Every time I saw someone take fizzy water, I would shudder, imagining that tasteless taste on my tongue and I would gag. Like seriously, It’s like paddling a boat on sand and wondering why you’re not getting anywhere. It’s like running on a treadmill to catch the bus.

Basically, pointless!

Then one day, I was having a meal and started to choke and all there was within my reach was a bottle of fizzy water so I gulped it down. Then some other time, I drank it, just for the sake of it, just to prove to every crazy person out there who thought the idea of fizzy water was a great one, that they were crazy. And before I knew it, it didn’t seem so bad. From not so bad, it started to have a character of its own, the way the gas effervesces in your mouth, filling it up temporarily before the bubbles all pop, that tasteless taste that was full of abstract flavors, each one unique and telling your taste buds a different exotic secret of its own, the way it goes down your throat, still bubbling and popping…sigh.

Now I’ve become the one who asks for fizzy water at restaurants or eateries and sighs long-sufferingly when she’s given the blank, uncomprehending stares.

And you know the very worst part of it all? Now that I have finally admitted how much in love I am with the infuriating thing, it is nowhere to be found! I think I have checked every single Supermarket in Lagos and the very best I have got is “Sorry, we just ran out.” It’s as if the silly thing is trying to make me pay for all the years of snobbery and turning up my nose at it and doing my mouth like they put ewúro in it.

Sometimes, I wonder if it didn’t just come after me relentlessly, stopping at absolutely nothing to woo me just for the satisfaction of dumping me and stomping on my heart when it finally had it.

And you know how these things work, the more it eludes me, the more I want it. Even knowing as I do right now that this whole romance of ours was just a farce and it was all just a ploy at payback, doesn’t stop me from wanting it and craving it. I can just imagine it standing with its fellow carbonated drinks on a hidden shelf somewhere in Shoprite (probably in Port-Harcourt or Kano or Pluto), bragging with pride “I broke the Ice Queen, I climbed the tree no one else can, brought the Wench to her knees!” 😡

I hate and love the annoying thing in almost equal measure!

Someone please, please get me a bottle of fizzy water…cry

Connected Edition 70 – 2 Times Table

2 times table

Yep! You read that right.

Connected Edition 70 holds this Friday \(^-^)/

Theme: 2 Times Table

Date: 18 Sept. 2015
Venue: Kilimanjaro, Sanusi Fafunwa/Adeyemo Alakija junction, Victoria Island.

Time: 6-9pm

Fee per head: 2k

You really want to be there, and do come with a friend 🙂

In other Connected news,

Connected DASH is real close. 25 days to go.

Have you formed/joined a team? or are you a lone (money raising) ranger?
Have you chosen a Charity/Cause?
Have you started raising money for your Charity/Cause?

If NO is the answer to any of the questions above, then NOW is the time to change that right here.

Let #DASH4Charity

Marriage Rules: How not to…

this post is written by a sister of mine – abeni, who makes me feel like an ‘oyinbo’. teamskindudu. she blogs at

go on read and i’ll see you in the comments section.

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It is prayer time in church on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, and Pastor says “hold the hand of the person next to you and pray for God’s blessings into his or her life”. So, I grab the hand of the handsome man sitting beside me, then I heard him say “dear Lord bless this *insert an ijinle Yoruba insult* I’m holding” I opened my eyes, apparently he was staring at me when he said it, hence our eyes met, we burst into laughter and then continued with the prayers on a serious note. Only one person can say that and make me laugh… my husband.

Truth is I am no marriage expert but from experience, I know what works and what doesn’t work. We are now in the days where marriage looks and feels like so much hard work. The married seem to be enduring while the unmarried are scared to make the commitment. Continue reading Marriage Rules: How not to…

Announcement: Connected Edition 69 – “Connect With”

connect with 2015

“connect with” is here again!
it’s our special interactive dinner with a christian making impact. details below;

date: saturday, august 29, 2015
time: 4-7pm
venue: tba
dress code: smart corporate casual
fee per head: 5k

please note, this is a preregistered event, hence kindly indicate interest as there are limited seats available. registration is on a first come basis.

do have an awesome weekend, and


i want.


one thing i’ve learnt is this;
no matter how deep you’ve gone
in knowing God,
there’s always more.
in fact,
the more you know about him,
the more you realise there is to know.

i’ve come to this place
of knowing and trusting God
that feels good.
or should i say felt good?

i’ve come from a place of comfort
in God
to a place of being lost…
and not being lost in God.

i’ve lost the;
i feel all full of flesh.

there is a burst of freshness,
albeit once in a while
but it’s not enough.
not even close.

i want that place,
of being so lost in him
that nothing else matters.
cos truly, nothing else does

i don’t want a 3-step to
knowing God…
getting back to God.

i want something;

just an us kinda thing

i want…